Treasure Eye

The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin frame, Yang Bo felt a wave of hesitation wash over him.,Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!。